Word: levi
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Dates: during 1940-1940
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These fancy street-cleaning wagons are only one of several public-health improvements which have taken place in New York City during the last six years. Others were enumerated last week in a little volume published by Health Commissioner John Levi Rice. Title: Advances in New York City's Health. Edited by Savel Zimand (known to some colleagues as "Zymole Trokeys"), the report was quickly gobbled up by colleges all over the U. S. as a reference book on public health. The few remaining copies now rest in the Department's safe. Excerpts...
...writer of the article on Mayor John Hale Levi (TIME, Feb. 19) did not report the name on the box of stogies correctly. It should have been SHARTZ'S HIGH GRADE STOGIES. I might add that these stogies have been manufactured in Gallipolis, Ohio for over 60 years...
...automobiles, sold out just as electric headlights were coming in. That was 1911, Carl Fisher was 37, and he was honing to play with his money. So he had the Seabury Shipyards in New York City build him a motor yacht, invited Seabury's Superintendent John H. Levi to go on the first cruise-down the Mississippi, through the Gulf and around Florida's tip. Also along were the first Mrs. Fisher (she got a Paris divorce in 1926), one Harry Bushman, and a Negro cook named William Galloway...
Christmas week in New Orleans, Friends Fisher & Levi got tight on Ramos gin fizzes (a drink that was new to them), pelted a policeman with a toy elephant, placated Mrs. Fisher with an armful of knickknacks. On the Gulf, after a day and a half of freezing storm, Pilot Levi headed for Mobile Bay, beached the boat. Cook Galloway leaped ashore. "I'm never going back on that boat again," he announced, and trudged off toward Mobile. Next day the Fishers and Bushman headed back...
Indianapolis, leaving John Levi to ship the boat from Mobile to Jacksonville. He cruised it around Florida, discovered that a metal lever had deflected his compass, got sadly lost. But eventually he found his way through the Florida Keys (with a native fisherman's help), moored in Biscayne Bay in January, 1912. One long look at those blue waters and the hamlet on the shore was enough for him. He wired Carl Fisher: "Meet me in Miami ... a pretty little town...